YOURS TRULY
Twenty Three;
Doing odd jobs;
waiting to go uni.
Appreciates:
Beautiful music
Guitars
Drums
Photographs
Love Comedies
Food
Weddings
Dislikes:
Painful Silence
Being lukewarm
Feeling a crush of loneliness in a crowd
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- Do You Believe in Bad Omen?
It was sunday night (Sunday the 13th). I had to folk out my dearest 16bucks to take a cab and rush down to the ferry terminal that fetches me to the famous botak island, where botak hill is.
Everything was rush. I had to book in early. It sucks. No time to prepare for anything. No time to slack. No time to chill...just to book in early that particular night because: I HAVE DUTY ON MONDAY.
Having done so many officer's duties around different camps in singapore. I think (and all the botak hill officers know) that botak hill, has the worst of the worst of the worst duties. You will never feel such intense pain, misery, stress, and pressure in your life other than being a botak hill duty officer.
"We hate being botak hill duty officer". That's our secret motto. I had to even rush in with 16bucks cab + 1/2hour boat tour + 15min walking just for that crap.
~It's a bad start~
Nevermind about those things. My duty was actually supposed to start at 8am on monday, but I had to rush in because the sunday duty officer had to rush off next day on 6am. Which means to say I'm 2hour short of sleep, and working 2hours extra.
~Feels like something bad might happen~
I reached botak hill on sunday night at around 10pm and went straight to my bunk. To my shock and horror, I forgot to bring my locker pad lock keys. So I had to search high and low around the botak hill just to look for a super giant and powerful cutter that can cut padlocks. I went back and cut my locker padlock and finally got accessed to my locker. I didn't like the idea of cutting open a padlock that you had the key to. It just feels wrong. It's like smashing the door into your own house.
~It's a bad omen~
finally settled everything and got to bed at 12am. 5 1/2 hour left to sleep. Just then, I was awakened by loud banging of walls and nailing of wood by my neighbour. It was so loud and terrible that my bed vibrated. WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY DOING AT 1 AM IN THE MORNING!!!! I thought to myself. I almost wanted to wear my uniform and knock all the sergeants and storeman down. They did that till it was almost 2am. By then, I was quite ready to draw my rifle and open fire at them already. Nevermind....It's over...I'll forgive them. 3 1/2 hours left and I still havn't got to sleep.
~Weird things are happening...It's really a bad omen~
Woke up at 5.30. Reported for duty at 6am. All was calm. All was good. There were no phone calls, no tasks, nothing at all. It was 11am. Lunch time is coming soon. The duty was too good to believe, but yet I felt a weird anxiety on me.
~Even the good things felt like it was a bad omen~
Before I went for lunch, I received a call from my superior, asking the duty officer to report to him. This is usually bad. I stepped into his office, and he passed me a whole box of heavy padlocks. He told me that my task was to change ALL the padlocks in the island. That was terrible. NO ONE CHANGES PADLOCKS EVEN FOR THE PAST 15YEARS! Each place that has high security or secret would usually need about 2 padlocks atleast? I have to change atleast 20+ padlocks!And each heavy duty padlock weight about 2kg. Bringing 40+ kg in a sling bag around the island is no joke.
The sucky part is I still have to label the padlocks, label and seperate their spare keys, collect back the old padlocks and keys, and organise everything. That'll take a long time.
~And all hell broke loose~
While I was still busy with my 1st task, My next task was to implement a change in the security system in botak hill. That's probably the worse thing that could happen to mankind in army uniform. Details excluded, but it would mean that I have to edit millions of official documents, change alot of procedures and understand the rationale behind the changes. Everywhere I walk I'll be approached by millions of people of all ranks and they would ask me about the new procedures. I've probably explained the same thing about a million times. The worse part is people that dislike the new system even scolded me for the change. BUT WHAT IT GOT TO DO WITH ME?? I DIDN'T DECIDE ON THOSE CHANGES!
These 2 things have already overkilled me for the day....but...
~THE WORSE IS YET TO COME~
Totally weary, drenched, hungry, sleepy. It was midnight, and I still have duty reports that were uncompleted. I received the call of my life. Some guy at botak hill was feeling low and he has thoughts of ending his life. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO!!!! By the time I settled that matter and finished all the reports regarding that idiot, it was already 2.
Miserable and unreal things continued to happen all the way till about 12pm the next day. Remember what I mentioned earlier? That the official time of the duty is 8am. So by right I should have finished it by next day 8am. SO WHAT AM I DOING TILL 12PM???? I don't wish to eleborate, but the smart ones would have guessed that shit must have happened between 8am to 12pm.
When it all ended, I felt like I've just fought a war, but at the same time, it was like as though I was in the wrong war. I couldn't talk properly, couldn't calculate simple mathematics. I can recall anything. I just want to sleep. Don't even feel like bathing.
It's a day I won't forget. But nvm, I'll give it to them, because I'm only less than 1 working month away...TO ORD!!!!!!!!!!!!!